"Elena?" Damian questioned in dismay, the name tasting like poison in his mouth. An unpleasant, sharp expression crossed his handsome face, his brows knitting together so tightly they formed a deep groove.
He had just stepped out of the shower, looking refreshed and powerful, but the mention of that woman acted like a bucket of ice water on his mood. "Since when? When did she contact you?" He probed, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous register.
He couldn't understand it. Why was that woman always lurking in the shadows of his business? Why did she think she could still reach out and touch the life he was trying to build with Alina?
Alina felt the sudden drop in temperature. She bit her lip and shook her head softly when she saw just how pissed he was. The air in the room felt heavy, charged with the kind of electricity that preceded a summer storm.
